With this nice weather I have been able to spend the day living the dream – drinking gin for breakfast, smoking cigarettes, and falling asleep reading the TLS. This might only be ‘the dream’ if you are an English graduate or alcoholic academic, and I also cleaned my bathroom, but you get the picture.
It’s also enabled me to annoy my neighbours with five hours of Van Morrison (and counting), which has in turn encouraged my sun addled brain to drift blissfully back to when I was five and my music taste depended entirely on my dad’s cassettes (with the exception of Jive Bunny – all me). Shortly my neighbours will be treated to James Taylor, Jackson Browne, Tom Petty, and the piece de resistance – Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells.
My brother and I were utterly obsessed with Tubular Bells as young children, and would treat anyone in listening range, or just ourselves/the nearest mirror, to interpretative performances of it (sometimes with costumes and in character) recorded on our Fisher Price tape recorder.
It was, I’m sure, absolutely amazing and a joy to watch. It didn’t seem to go down as well when I brought the concept into my primary school music lesson as a solo project, doing my unique version of Oldfield’s masterpiece while pretending to be a robot.
Anyway, sorry Silver, but this might be the best song ever:
Or I might be drunk and bewitched by the super-romantical duelling/mysterious owl bit.
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